It started as a promise.
A momentary lapse in sanity had me agreeing to two months of celibacy.
Then Mark Bishop showed up. My new boss was cocky, possessive, and unfortunately, sexy as hell.
My first mistake?
Thinking I would last two months.

Hero: Mark Bishop. Lawyer. Sexy. Dominant. Shocked to discover his latest one-night stand is now his new assistant.

Heroine: Winnie Masters.  Former library page turned administrative assistant. Shocked to discover her latest one-night stand is now her boss.

I glanced out toward the darkness. The rain was still pelting the windows. There were no curtains, but still, no light came from Mark’s unit. I was safe. I reached down, around my belly, pushing up my sweater dress, and found the apex between my thighs. I pushed my panties out of the way so I could press my fingers against my clit.

In a warehouse full of vibrators, he’d reduced me to my fingers.

I played with myself as I sat on the chair, my hips rocking, searching for what they knew they needed. My cunt cried out, desperately wanting to feel that exquisite fullness, but fully aware it was only receiving a tease.

“Come on,” I moaned, battling between keeping my eyes on the screen and shutting them in ecstasy.

Please, I begged myself. I still hadn’t been able to come, not since Mark and I split. My body just hadn’t wanted it, not until last week. Then Mark and I had kissed, and it was like he’d doused a dying ember with kerosene. I pressed my thighs together, forcing the pressure to build. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt my movements contract as ripples of pleasure started to flicker inside me.

Yes. Oh God. Yes. Please.

I imagined Mark with me, his voice growling against my ear, his hands holding me in place as he pounded into me.

My breathing turned shallow and fast as my fingers challenged me to lose control over my inhibitions. And then the vibrations erupted. I flew past myself, pulsing, spiraling, lost in the sweetest possible way as long-lost pleasure took over my body.

I slumped back against my desk chair, unable to move until my breathing finally slowed. When I finally did come to, I looked first at my screen. The same photo of Mark was on it and I almost allowed myself round two, but just beyond the screen of my laptop was a shadowy figure standing outside the door.

I jumped.

It was dark and the rain made him blurry, but I knew: It was Mark.

How long had he been standing there?

The Mistakes by Elizabeth Brown is the third in her Off-Limits series and available for purchase now. My review will post next week. Currently only $.99 on Amazon. 

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